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John. O twice my father ! twice am I thy son : And in that sea of blood my boy did drench The life, thou gav'st me first, was lost and done ; His over-mounting spirit; and there died Till with thy warlike sword, despite of fate,

My Icarus, my blossom, in his pride. To my determin'd time thou gav'st new date.

Enter Soldiers, bearing the body of John Talbot. Tal. When from the dauphin's crest thy sworul struck fire,

Ser. O my dear lord! lo, where your son is borne' It warm'd thy father's heart with prond desire

Tal. Thou antic death, which laugh'st us here to Of bold-fac'd victory. Then leaden age,

scorn,

Anon, from thy insulting tyranns,
Quickend with youthfal spleen, and warlike rage,
Beat down Alencon, Orleans, Burgundy,

Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,
And from the pride of Gallia rescu'd thee.

Two Talbots, winged through the lither sky, The ireful bastard Orleans that drew blood

In thy despite, shall 'scape mortality.From thee, my boy; and had the maidenhood

O thou, whose wounds become hard favour'd death, Of thy first fight-I soon encountered ;

Speak to thy father, ere thou yield thy breath: And, interchanging blows, I quickly shed

Brave death by speaking, whether he will, or 00: Some of his bastant blood; and, in disgrace,

Imagine him a Frenchman, and thy foe.Bespoke him thus : Contaminated, basc,

Poor boy! he smiles, methinks; as who should say And mis-begotten blood I spill of thine,

Had death been French, then death had died to-day. Mean and right poor; for that pure blood of mine,

Come, come, and lay him in his father's arms : Which thou didst force from Talbot, my brave boy :

My spirit can no longer bear these harms. Here, purposing the bastard to destroy,

Soldiers, adien! I have wbat I would bave,

Now my old arms are young Jolin Talbot's grave. Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy father's care ;

[Dies. Art not thou weary, John ? How dost thou fare? Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly,

Alarums. Exeunt Soldiers and Servant, leaving the Now thou art seald the son of chivalry?

two bodies. Enter Charles, Alencon, Burgundy, Fly, to revenge my death, when I am dead;

Bastard, La Pucelle, and Forces. The help of one stands me in little stead.

Char. Had York and Somerset brought rescue in, O, too much folly is it, well I wot,

We should have found a bloody day of this. To hazard all our lives in one small boat.

Bast. How the young whelp of Talbot's, raging If I to-day die not with Frenchmen's rage,

Wood, To-morrow I shall die with mickle age :

Did fiesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood ! By me they nothing gain, and if I stay,

Puc. Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said, 'Tis but the short`ning of my life one day:

Thou maiden youth, be vanquish'd by a maid: In thee thy mother dies, our household's name,

But, with a proud, majestical high scorn, My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame : He answer'd thus ; Young Talbot was not born All these, and more, we hazarl by thy stay;

To be the pillage of a giglot wench: All these are sav'd, if thou wilt fly away.

So, rushing in the bowels of the French, John. The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart, He left me proudly, as unworthy fight. These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart; Bur. Doubtless, he would have made a noble knight: On that advantage, bought with such a shame, See, where he lies inhersed in the arms (To save a paltry life, and slay bright fame.) Of the most bloody nurser of his harms, Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly,

Bast, Hew them to pieces, haek their bones asunder i The coward horse, that bears me, fall and die! Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder: And like me to the peasant boys of France,

Char. O, no; forbear: for that which we have fled To be shame's scorn, and subject of mischance ! During the life, let us not wrong it dead. Surely, by all the glory you have won,

Enter Sir William Lucy, attended : a French Herald An if I fly, I am not Talbot's son:

preceding. Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot;

Lucy. Herald, If son to Talbot, die at Talbot's foot.

Conduct me to the dauphin's tent; to know Tal. Then follow thou thy desperatc sire of Crete, Who hath obtain'd the glory of the day. Thou Icarus ; thy life to me is sweet.

Char. On what submissive message art thou sent? If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's side ; And, commendable prov'd, let's die in pride. [Exeunt.

Lucy, Submission, danphin ? 'tis a mere French

word ;

We English warriors wot not what it means. SCENE FII.- Another part of the samc. Alarum :

I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta’en, Excursions. Enter Talbot wounded, supported by And to survey the bodies of the dead. a Servant.

Char. For prisoners ask'st thou? hell our prison is Tal. Where is my other life?-mine own is gone ; But tell me whom thou seek'st. O, where's young Talbot? where is valiant John ? Lucy. Where is the great Alcides of the field, Triumphant death, smeard with captivity!

Valiant lord Talbot, earl of Shrewsbury? Young Talbot's valour makes me smile at thee: Created, for his rare success in arms, When he perceiv'd me shrink, and on my knee, Great earl of Washford, Waterford, and Valence; His bloody sword he brandish'd over me,

Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfiekl, And, like a hungry lion, did commence

Lord Strange of Blackmere, lord Verdun of Alton, Rough deeds of rage, and stern impatience; Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, loni Furnival of Sheffield, But when my angry guardant stood alone,

The thrice vietorious lord of Falconbridge ; Tend'ring my ruin, and assaild of none,

Knight of the noble order of Saint George, Dizzyey'd fury, and great rage of heart,

Worthy Saint Michael, and the Golden Fleece ; Suddenly made him from my side to start

Great mareshall to Henry the Sixth, Into the clust'ring battle of the French:

of all his wars within the realm of Flance?

Puc. Here is a silly stately style indeed!

Henry the fifth did sometime prophecy,–
The Turk, that two and fifty kingdoms hath, If once he come to be a cardinal,
Writes not so tedious a style as this.

He'll make his cap co-equal with the crown.
Him, that thou maguify'st with all these titles,

K. Hen. My lords ambassadors, your several suits Stinking, and fly-blown, lies here at our feet.

Have been consider'd and debated on. Lucy. Is Talbot slain ; the Frenchmen's only Your purpose is both good and reasonable ; scourge,

And, therefore, are we certainly resolvid Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis ?

To draw conditions of a friendly peace; 0, were mine eye-balls into bullets turn'd,

Which, by my lord of Winchester, we mean
That I, in rage, might shoot them at your faces ! Shall be transported presently to France.
O, that I could but call these dead to life!

Glo. And for the proffer of my lord your master,-
It were enough to fright the realm of France: I have inform'd his highness so at large,
Were but his picture left among you here,

As-liking of the lady's virtuous gifts, It would amaze the proudest of you all.”

Her beauty, and the value of her dower,Give me their bodies; that I may bear them hence, He doth intend she shall be England's queen. And give them burial as beseems their worth.

K. Hen. In argument and proof of which contract, Puc. I think, this upstart is old Talbot's ghost, Bear her this jewel, (To the Ambassadors.] pledge of He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit.

my affection. For God's sake, let him have 'em to keep them hery And so, my lord protector, see them guarded, They would but stink, and putrify the air.

And safely brought to Dover ; where, inshipp'd, Char. Go, take their bodies hence.

Commit them to the fortune of the sea. Lucy.

I'll bear

[Exeunt King Henry and Train; Gloster, Ex. Them bence: but from their ashes shall be rear'd

eter, and Ambassadors. A phoenix, that shall make all France afeard.

Win. Stay, my lord legate ; you shall first receive Char. So we be rid of them, do with 'em what

The sum of money, which I promised thou wilt.

Should be deliver'd to his holiness -And now to Paris, in this conquering vein; For clothing me in these grave ornaments. All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain. (Exeunt. Leg. I will attend upon your lordship’s leisure.

Win. Now, Winchester will not submit, I trow,
Or be inferior to the proudest peer.

Humphrey of Gloster, thou shalt well perceive,
ACT V.

That, neither in birth, or for authority,

The bishop will be overborne by thee:
SCENE 1.-London. A Room in the Palace. Enter

I'll either make thee stoop, and bend thy knee,
King Henry, Gloster and Exeter.

Or sack this country with a mutiny. [Exeunt.
King Henry.
HAVE you perus'd the letters from the pope,

SCENE II.-France. Plains in Anjou. Enter The emperor, and the earl of Armagnac ?

Charles, Burgundy, Alencon, La Pucelle, and Forc Glo. I bave, my lord ; and their intent is this,

es, marching. They humbly sue unto your excellence,

Char. These news, my lords, may cheer our droop To have a godly peace concluded of,

ing spirits : Between the realms of England and of France. 'Tis said, the stout Parisians do revolt,

K. Hen. How doth your grace affect their motion! And turn again unto the warlike French,

Glo Well, my good lord ; and as the only means Alen. Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France, To stop effusion of our Christian blood,

And keep not back your powers in dalliance. And 'stablish quietness on every side.

Puc. Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us ; K. Hen. Ay, marry, uncle ; for I always thought, Else, ruin combat with their palaces ! It was both impious and unnatural,

Enter a Messenger. That such immanity and bloody strife

Mes. Success unto our valiant general, Should reign among professors of one faith.

And happiness to his accomplices ! Glo. Beside, my lord, -the sooner to effect,

Char. What tidings send our scouts? I priythec, And surer bind, this knot of amity,

speak. The earl of Armagnac-near knit to Charles,

Mes. The English army, that divided was A man of great authority in France,

Into two parts, is now conjoin'd in one ; Proffers his only daughter to your grace

And means to give you battle presently. In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry. Char. Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is; K. Hen. Marriage, uncle! alas ! my year's are But we will presently provide for them. young;

Bur. I trust, the ghost of Talbot is not there; And fitter is my study and my books,

Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear. Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.

Puc. Of all base passions, fear is most accurs:d :Yet, call the ambassadors; and, as you please, Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine ; So let them have their answers every one:

Let Henry fret, and all the world repine. I shall be well content with any choice,

Char. Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate! Tends to God's glory, and my country's weal.

[Excunt. Enter a Legate, and two Ambassadors, with Winches

SCENE 111.-The same. Before Angiers. Alars ter, in a Cardinals Habie.

ums: Excursions. Eriter La Pucelle. Exe. What! is my lord of Winchester installa, Puc. The regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fly, And call' upto a cardinal's degree!

Now help, ye charming spells, and periapis ; Then, I rerecive, that will be verified,

And ye choice spirits, that admonish me,

And give me signs of future accidents! [Thunder. || Yet, if this servile usage once offend,
You speedy helpers, that are substitutes

Go, and be free again as Suffolk's friend.
Under the lordly monarch of the north,

[She turns away as going. Appear, and aid me in this enterprize!

O, stay!-I have no power to let her pass ;
Enter Fiends.,

My hand would free her, but my heart says-no. This speedy quick appearance argues proof

As plays the sun upon the glassy streams, of your accustom'd diligence to me.

Twinkling another counterfeited beam, Now, ye familiar spirits, that are cullid,

So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes. Out of the powerful regions under earih,

Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak:

I'll call for pen and ink, and write my mind : Help me this once, that France may get the field. [They walk about, and speak not.

Fie, De la Poole ! disable not thyself; O, hold me not with silence over-long!

Hast not a tongue? is she not here thy prisoner?

Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's sight? Where I was wont to feed you with my

blood, I'll lop a member off, and give it you,

Ay; beauty's princely majesty is such, In earnest of a further benefit ;

Confounds the tongue, and makes the senses rougtie

Mar. Say, earl of Suffolk,-if thy name be so,So you do condescend to help me now.

[They hang their heads.

What ransome must I pay before I pass? No hope to have redress ?-My body shall

For, I perceive, I am thy prisoner.

Suf. How canst thou tell, she will deny thy suit, Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit.

Before thou make a trial of her love? [ Aside [They shake their licads. Cannot my body, nor blood-sacrifice,

Mar. Why speak’st thou not ? what ransome must

I pay?
Entreat you to your wonted furtherance ?
Then take my soul ; my body, soul, and all,

Suf. She's beautiful; and therefore to be wood:

She is a woman ; therefore to be won. [Aside. Before that England give the French the foil.

Mar. Wilt thou accept of ransome, yea, or no?

[They depart. See! they forsake me. Now the time is come,

Suf. Fond man! remember, that thou hast a wife;

Then how can Margaret be thy paramour? [Aside. That France inust vail her lofty-pluined crest, And let her head fall into England's lap.

Mar. I were best leave him, for he will not bear. My ancient incantations are too weak,

Suf. There all is marrd; there lies a cooling card. And hell too strong for me to buckle with:

Mar. He talks at random ; sure the man is mad.

Suf. And yet a dispeusation may be had. Now, France, thy glory droopetly to the dust. [Exit.

Mar. And yet I would that you would answer me. Alarums. Enter French and English fighting. La Suf. I'll win this lady Margaret. For whom?

Pucelle and York fight hand to hand. La Pucelle Why, for my king: Tush! that's a wooden thing. is taken. The French fly.

Mar. He talks of wood; it is some carpenter. York. Damsel of France, I think, I have you fast : Suf. Yet so my fancy may be satisfied, Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms,

And peace established between these realms. And try if they can gain your liberty.

But there remains a scruple in that too: A goodly prize, fit for the devil's grace!

For though her father be the king of Naples, See, how the ugly witch doth bend her brows,

Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet is he poor, As if, with Circe, she would change my shape.

And our nobility will scorn the match. [ Aside Puc. Chang'd to a worser shape thou canst not be. Mar. Hear ye, captain? Are you not at leisure? York. 0, Charles the dauphin is a proper man;

Suf. It sball be so, disdain they ne'er so much : No shape but his can please your dainty eye.

Henry is youthful, and will quickly yieldPuc. A plaguing mischief light on Charles, and Madam, I have a secret to reveal. thee!

Mar. What though I be enthrall'd ? he seems a And may ye both be suddenly surpris'd

knight, By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds!

And will not any way dishonour me.

(Asic. York. Fell, banning hag! enchantress, hold thy Suf. Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say. tongue.

Mar. Perhaps, I shall be rescu'd by the French; Puc. I prythee, give me leave to curse awhile.

And then I need not crave his courtesy. Aside. York. Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the Suf. Sweet madam, give une hearing in a cause stake.

[Ereunt. Mar. Tush! women have been captivate ere now. Alarums. Enter Suffolk, leading in Lady Margaret.

Suf. Lady, wherefore talk you so ?
Suf. Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner. Mar. I cry you mercy, 'tis but quid for quo.

[Gazes on her. Suf. Say, gentle princess, would you not suppose O fairest beauty, do not fear, nor fly;

Your bondage happy, to be made a queen? For I will touch thee but with reverent lands,

Mar. To be a queen in bondage, is more vile, And lay them gently on thy tender side.

Than is a slave in base servility: I kiss these fingers (Kissing her hand.] for eternal For prinees should be free. peace :

Suf.

And so skall you, Who art thou ? say, that I may honour thee.

If happy England's royal king be free Mar. Margaret my name; and daughter to a king, Mar. Why, what concerns bis freedom upto me? The king of Naples, whosoe'er thou art.

Suf. I'll undertake to make thee Henry's queen: Suf. An earl I am, and Suffolk am I calld. To put a golden sceptre in thy hand, Be not offended, nature's miracle,

And set a precious crown upon thy head, 'Thou art allotted to be ta’en by me:

If thou wilt condescend to be my So doth the swan her downy cygnets save,

Mar.

What? Keeping them prisoners underneath her wings. Sufi His love.

[ Aside

To me.

Mar. I am unworthy to be Henry's wife,

Mar. Yes, my good lord; a pure unspotted heart, Souf. No, gentle madam; I unworthy am

Never yet taint with love, I send the king. To woo so fair a dame to be his wife,

Suf. And this withal.

[Kisses her. And have no portion in the choice myself.

Mar. That for thyself ;-I will not so presume, How say you, madam ; are you so content?

To send such peevish tokens to a king. Mar. An if my father please, I am content.

[Exeunt Reig. 6 Mar, Suf. Then call our captains, and our colours, forth: Suf. O, wert thou for myself !-But, Suffolk, stay; And, madam, at your father's castle walls

Thou may'st not wander in that labyrinth ; We'll crave a parley, to confer with him.

There Minotaurs, and ugly treasons, lurk. [Troops come forward. Solicit Henry with her wond'rous praise: A Parley sounded. Enter Reignier, on the Walls. Bethink thee on her virtues that surmount;

Mad, natural graces that extinguish art; Suf. See, Reignier, see, thy daughter prisoner.

Repeat their semblance often on the seas, Reig. To whom?

That, wben thou com’st to kneel at Henry's feet, Suf. Reig Suffolk, what remedy?

Thou may'st bereave him of his wits with wonder. I am a soldier; and unapt to weep,

[E.xit. Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness.

SCENE IV.-Camp of the Duke of York, in Anjou. Suf. Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord :

Enter York, Warwick, and others. Consent, (and, for thy honour, give consent)

York. Bring forth that soreeress, condemn'd to burn. Thy daughter shall be wedded to my king;

Enter La Pucelle, guarded, and a Shepherd. Whom I with pain have wood and won thereto;

Shep. Ah, Joan! this kills thy father's heart outAnd this her easy-held imprisonment

right! Hath gain'd thy daughter princely liberty.

Have I sought every country far and near, Reiz. Speaks Suffolk as he thinks?

And, now it is my chance to find the out, Suf.

Fair Margaret knows,

Must I behold thy timeless, cruel death? That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or feign.

Ah, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, I'll die with thee! Reig. Upon thy princely warrant, I descend,

Puc. Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch ! To give thee answer of thy just demand.

I am descended of a gentler blood; [Exit from the walls.

Thou art no father, nor no friend, of mine. Suf. And here I will expect thy coming.

Shep. Out, out !-My lords, an please you, 'uis not Trumpets sounded. Enter Reignier, below.

so;
Reig. Welcome, brave earl, into our territories; I did beget her, all the parish knows:
Command in Anjou what your honour pleases. Her mother liveth yet, can testify

Sif. Thanks, Reignier, happy for so sweet a child, || She was the first fruit of my bachelorship.
Fit to be made companion with a king:

War. Graceless! wilt thou deny thy parentage? What answer inakes your grace unto my suit ?

York. This argues what her kind of life hath been, Reig. Since thou dost deign to woo her little worth, Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes. 'To be the princely bride of such a lord ;

Shep. Fie, Joan! that thou wilt be so obstacle ! Upon condition I may quietly

God knows, thou art a collop of my flesh; Enjoy mine own, the county Maine, and Anjou, And for thy sake have I shed many a tear: Free from oppression, or the stroke of war,

Deny me not, I priythee, gentle Joan. My daughter shall be Henry's, if he please.

Puc. Peasant, avaunt !- You have suborn'd this man, Suf. That is her ransome, I deliver her;

On purpose to obscure my noble birth. And those two counties, I will undertake, .

Shep. 'Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest, Your grace shall well and quietly enjoy.

The morn that I was wedded to her motherReig. And I again,-in Henry's royal name, Kneel down and take my blessing, good ıny girl. As deputy unto that gracious king,

Wilt thou not stoop? Now cursed be the time Give thee her hand, for sign of plighted faith. Of thy nativity! I would, the milk

Suf. Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks, | Thy mother gave thee, when thou suck'dst her breast Because this is in traffic of a king :

Had been a little ratsbane for thy sake!
And yet, methinks, I could be well content

Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field,
To be mine own attorney in this case. [Aside. I wish some ravenous wolf had eaten thee!
I'll over then to England with this news,

Dost thou deny thy father, cursed drab?
And make this marriage to be solemniz'd;

O, burn her, burn her; hanging is too good. [Exit. So, farewell, Reignier! Set this diamond safe

York. Take her away; for she hath liv'd too long, La golden palaces, as it becomes.

To fill the world with vicious qualities. Reig. I do embrace thee, as I would embrace Puc. First, let me tell you whom you bare eonThe Christian prince, king Henry, were he bere.

demnd:
Mar. Farewell, my lord! Good wishes, praise, and Not me begotten of a shepherd swain,
prayers,

But issu'd from the progeny of kings:
Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret. (Going. || Virtuous, and holy; chosen from above,
Suf. Farewell, sweet madam! But hark you, Mar By inspiration of celestial grace,
garet;

To work exceeding miracles on carth.
No princely commendations to my king?

I never had to do with wicked spirits :
Mar. Such commendations as become a maid, But, you,-that are polluted with your lusts,
A virgin, and his servant, say to him.

Stain'd with the guiltless blood of innocents,
Suf. Words sweetly plac'd, and modestly directed. Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices --
But, madam, I must trouble you again.-

Because you want the grace that others haves No loving token to his majesty!

You judge it straight a thing impossible

To compass wonders, but by help of devils.

The utter loss of all the realm of France. No, misconceived ! Joan of Arc hath been

War. Be patient, York: if we conclude a peace, A virgin from her tender infancy,

It shall be with such strict and severe covenants, Chaste and immaculate in very thought;

As little shall the Frenchmen gain thereby. Whose maiden blood, thus rigorously effus'd,

Enter Charles, attended; Alencon, Bastard, Reignier, Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heaven.

and others. Tork. Ay, ay;--away with her to execution. War. And hark ye, sirs ; because she is a maid,

Char. Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed, Spare for no faggots, let there be enough:

That peaceful truce shall be proclaim'd in France, Place barrels of pitch upon the fatal stake,

We come to be informed by yourselves That so her torture may be shortened.

What the conditions of that league must be
Puc. Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts ?--- York. Speak, Winchester; for boiling choler choker
Then, Joan, discover thine infirmity;

The hollow passage of my poison'd voice,
That warranteth by law to be thy privilege. By sight of these our baleful enemies.
I am with child, ye bloody homicides:

Win. Charles, and the rest, it is enacted thus: Murder not then the fruit within my womb,

That-in regard king Henry gives consent, Although ye hale me to a violent death.

Of mere compassion, and of lenity, York. Now heaven forefend! the holy maid with To ease your country of distressful war, child?

And suffer you to breathe in fruitful peace,War. The greatest miracle that e'er ye wrought:

You shall become true liegemen to his crown: Is all your strict preciseness come to this?

And, Charles, upon condition thou wilt swear York. She and the dauphin have been juggling:

To pay him tribute, and submit thyself, I did imagine what would be her refuge.

Thou shalt be plac'd as viceroy under him, War. Well, go to; we will have no bastards live; And still enjoy thy regal dignity. Especially, since Charles must father it.

Alen. Must he be then as shadow of himself? Puc. You are deceiv'd ; my child is none of his;

Adorn bis temples with a coronet; It was Alencon, that enjoy'd my love.

And yet, in substance and authority, York. Alencon ! that notorious Machiavel!

Retain but privilege of a private man? It dies, an if it had a thousand lives.

This proffer is absurd and reasonless, Puc. O, give me leave, I have deluded you ;

Char. 'Tis known already, that I am possess'd 'Twas neither Charles, nor yet the duke I pam'd,

With more than half the Gallian territories, But Reignier, king of Naples, that prevaild.

And therein reverenc'd for their lawful king! War. A married man! 'that's most intolerable. Shall I, for lucre of the rest unvanquish'd, York. Why, here's a girl! I think, she knows not

Detract so much from that prerogative, well,

As to be call?d but viceroy of the whole ? There were so many, whom she may accuse.

No, lord ambassador; I'll rather keep War. It's sign, she hath been liberal and free.

That which I have, than, coveting for more, York. And, yet, forsooth, she is a virgin pure.

Be cast from possibility of all. Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat, and thee: York. Insulting Charles ! last thou by secret means Use no entreaty, for it is in vain.

Us'd intercession to obtain a league ; Puc. Then lead me hence ;-—with whom I leare my

And, now the matter grows to compromise, curse:

Stand'st thou aloof upon comparison ? May never glorious sun reflex his beams

Either accept the title thou usurpʻst, Upon the country where you make abodle!

Of benefit proceeding from our king, But darkness and the gloomy shade of death

And not of any challenge of desert, Environ you ; till mischief, and despair,

Or we will plague thee with incessant wars. Drire you to break your necks, or hang yourselves ! Reig. My lord, you do not well in obstinacy

[Eait, guarded. To cavil in the course of this contract : York. Break thou in pieces, and consume to ashes,

If once it be neglected, ten to one, Thou foul accursed minister of hell!

We shall not find like opportunity.

Alen. To say the truth, it is your policy,
Enter Cardinal Beaufort, attended.

To save your subjects from such massacre,
Car. Lord regent, I do greet your excellence And ruthless slaughters, as are daily seen
With letters of commission from the king.

By our proceeding in hostility: For know, my lords, the states of Christendom, And therefore take this compact of a truce, Moved with remorse at these outrageous broils, Although you break it when your pleasure serve. Hlave earnestly implor'd a general peace Betwixt our nation and the aspiring French ;

War. How say'st thou, Charles ? shall our condition And here at hand the dauphin, and his train,

stand? Approacheth, to confer about some matter.

Char. It shall :
York. Is all our travail turn'd to this effect? Only reservd, you claim no interest
After the slaughter of so many peers,

In any of our towns of garrison ?
So many captains, gentlemen, and soldiers,

York. Then swear allegiance to his majesty; That in this quarrel have been overthrown,

As thou art knight, never to disobey,
And sold their bodies for their country's benefit, Nor be rebellious to the crown of England,
Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace?

Thou, nor thy nobles, to the crowd of England. Have we not lost most part of all the towns,

[Charles and the rest give tekens of fealty By treason, falsehood, and by treachery,

So, now dismiss your army when you please ; Our great progenitors had conquered ?

Hang up your ensigas, let your drums be still, O, Warwick, Warwick! I foresee with grief

For here we entertain a solemn peace.

[Aside te Charles

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